NATIONAL SIBLINGS DAY

My little brotherWas an unexpectedSurprise to my 3 year old self.He was tiny and loud,But I loved him, Anyway.I was always ready toHelp my mom care for himThe best way I knew how.I cradled him, and fed him.Mind the mashed potatoesAll over his cheeks and forehead.My little brother grew upA mischievous boy,As I grew intolerant. My father’s redundant “He’s your brother.He’s supposed to be annoying.”Crying and begging for him to get off my backHe was being a little brother.My little brother is nowBigger than I. I miss his short stature.He is maturing In the way he holds his head high.In the way he speaks with confidence.My little brother my rockAnd little does he know,I couldn’t wish for anyone better.​